Man in gulchThe dumb blind louts are left behindNo, I’m not like any other manI’m superior ‘cause I’m not kindMan in gulchI can do whatever I canAnd everything depends uponMy magic power plant.And if the moochers whineThen let the moochers whine.Oh, I really don't know and I really don't careNot your slave...

Man in gulchThe weak people whineYes I may be hidden by so well,All the moochers can go to hell.Man in gulchThe dumb blind louts are left behindYes I may be hidden by so well,All the moochers can go to hell.And if the moochers whineThen let the moochers whine.Oh, I really don't know and I really don't carNot your slave...

So man in gulch, I stake my claimI'll fight to the last breathIf they dare tax a bit of my breadI'll fight to the last breathFor the moochers are out there somewhere,So come into my gulch my little DagnyBut you lice can go to hellYes you lice can go to hellAnd you'll probably never see me againI hope you’ll never see me again.I know you’ll never see me again.

For those of you not into Der Schmidts, this is a parody of Hand in Glove:

The inspiration for this one was a bit bizarre- the phrase "man in gulch" had been kicking around inside my skull for a while, but it took some time before I had a rhyme for the bizarre line "the sun shines out of our behinds", and when it did, I knew I had a winner. Cross posted at (where else?) Objectivist Morrissey.

About Me

The Big Bad Bald Bastard is a character played by Monsieur _______ of the City of Y______. The role of the Bastard is a handy one to play on subways, walking the streets, and in dive-bars, when being a nerdy, bookish sort is not to one's advantage.